On Presidents Day, I moved to South Korea. Yes, the timing was on purpose. I’d intended to move back to Asia to teach after my bike trip. Around the start of November, I moved the timeline up. Because, well, you know.
Here’s my bike, disguised as a wheelchair, in my new apartment. My apartment, BTW, is paid for by my school. As well as my flight here. The bike flew for free, not because she looks like a wheelchair, but because Asiana Airlines is just cool like that.
Here’s my boss. He’s a hoot. I’m not sure if hanging tissues out your nose is a normal remedy for a stuffy nose, or if Roy does it because that’s just how he rolls. In my life experience of too many jobs to fit on a one-page resume, Roy is the Best Boss Ever. Because he does things like dangle tissues out his nostrils while taking everyone out for dinner at the Pig Intestine BBQ.
Here’s another endearing fact about South Korea. Just recently, they impeached their president for corruption.
One reason that I keep returning to Asia is the cute. Ever since my first trip to Thailand, many years ago, I have been fascinated by the characters and the cuteness. I suppose this sounds weird and superficial and not grown up, but I get so much joy from the never-ending weird cuteness here.
Also there’s that thing where the schools are safe and the students are ultra-respectful and teachers make a decent salary. Call me spoiled, but I like those things.